“Do you love yourself?” the question is so often asked“Of course!” the answer’s said with a smile that expertly masksA body that is not nurtured, it’s slow and brain is foggedBlack tar coating lungs and grease within arteries cloggedAn irritated attitude, frustrated and hostile“Yes, I love myself!” some say despite all of the bileThat does reside within them, that love quickly turns to hateWhen they don’t get their way, they grow offended and irateAnd all because they’re weakened by the lack of nurturingThe failure to treat their body like it’s a Queen or KingTo love thyself means to encourage your own health and strengthTo stimulate, develop, foster, go to any lengthTo sacrifice in order to fuel love’s demanding fireTo not just say the concept but to work, to do, perspireAnd when the work is done, you won’t need to answer the questionYour glowing skin with pinkish hue will serve as your expressionYour wide awake and alert eyes will provide your replyYour focused thinking, energy, cheer and joy will replyLove yourself? Of course you do! Who’d admit they do not?But do you nurture yourself? That will take a bit more thought